A few words before you dive into chapter! This has disturbing elements..
Raw words and description of rape and murder..(No leads involved!)
Read on your own risk..!!
~•Kavya's POV•~
As we stepped out of the boutique, the rich scent of lilies trailed after us—dozens of bouquets already packed carefully into the car's backseat. The night breeze was cool, but I could still feel the warmth of his touch lingering on my cheek.
Kabir walked a step behind me, like a silent shadow—protective, unreadable. And just as I reached for the car door, he stopped me with a low murmur.
"Wait."
I paused.
He walked around to the backseat, opened the door, and without rushing, picked one.
A single white lily.
Not the biggest, not the rarest—but the most perfect one.
His fingers turned it slowly by the stem, as if admiring its fragility.
Then he stepped toward me, gaze pinned on my face. My heart picked up pace.
"Look at me, sweetheart."
His voice was soft, but it was still a command.
I lifted my gaze to meet his, only to find him already studying every inch of my expression—like he was memorizing it for eternity.
Then slowly, his hand came up.
The lily brushed against my cheek.
His knuckles ghosted across my skin before he carefully tucked the bloom behind my ear, his fingers lingering near my jaw longer than they needed to.
"Perfect," he whispered.
I swallowed. My breath caught. The way he said that word—it wasn't about the flower. It was about me.
He looked at me like he'd placed a crown on my head. Like the lily behind my ear marked me.
His.
No diamond could have made me feel the way this single flower did.
I didn't say a word. Couldn't.
But I felt it—the air between us shift again. Thicker. Deeper.
And then, Kabir leaned just a little closer, voice grazing my skin.
"Now you look like you belong to me…My Lily.."
He pulled back slowly, his smirk lazy but unmistakably dark. Opening the car door, he nodded for me to sit.
And I did.
But my fingers absentmindedly touched the lily behind my ear the entire ride—feeling not just the softness of the petals…
…but the weight of what it meant.
The car rude was slow till the Villa, my kept my eyes locked on the window.
Reaching the gate,guards open up door for us, we came Out and entering in,I tried to match my steps with him.
Shy? Overwhelmed?
I can't decide..
But then suddenly in living area,his steps freezed.
"You go get freshen up.. we'll have dinner together.."
I nodded not even meeting his gaze and climbed up the stairs, that felt too far under his gaze.
That night, we had dinner together.
Just the two of us.
Seated across the long dining table, I could feel his eyes on me… always. Not a single word from him, not a single break in his gaze. I focused on my plate, keeping my eyes lowered, forcing myself to eat in silence.
I didn't dare look up.
Not even once.
He, on the other hand, didn't look away even once.
I was the first to finish. But I sat still—awkward, unsure of the etiquette here.
Was I allowed to leave the table when he was still eating?
My palms grew clammy, my eyes on the edge of the plate.
Seconds passed. Felt like hours.
And then, my luck! —my phone buzzed in my lap.
Mumma.
A breath of relief escaped me. I immediately looked up, voice soft.
"Excuse me…"
He gave a single nod, calm and unreadable. That was all I needed.
I stood up quickly, almost too quickly, and practically rushed toward the stairs before I answered the call. The moment I stepped into my room, I locked the door behind me.
Safe.
Finally… I could breathe.
"Mumma…"
My voice cracked slightly. I didn't even realize how tense I was until I heard hers.
"Kavya? Are you okay, beta? Did you reach properly?"
The warmth in her voice made tears sting at the back of my eyes.
I sank onto the edge of the bed, tucking my knees close.
"Hmm… I did. I'm fine," I whispered.
Her voice was comfort. Home. A shield I didn't know I needed until now.
I didn't tell her how strange the silence was in this grand house, how his gaze burned without ever touching, how I still didn't know what he wanted from me.
I didn't tell her that I had dinner with a man I was married to… but who still felt like a stranger.
Instead, I just closed my eyes, listening to her talk about Papa's medicines and what Maid cooked for dinner.
And in that moment, for the first time that day— I smiled.
They raised me like a princess, never forced me for anything,never put any restriction, give me all of their love. Fulfilled all my wishes.
Even this marriage wasn't forced on me, I myself agreed because reaching the age of 22, I felt like a burden on them..
Not because they made me feel so..They never did!
But the truth, the guilt hit me everyday..
I'm not their real daughter!
Mister and Mrs. Joshi didn't give birth to me. They just raised me the way the could have raised their daughter.
Kirti..
Who died. Because of Me!
The death, that came to take me..took her.
And I can't just erase the memory of her lying lifeless in her parents arms,them crying loud, mourning.. losing their most loved and only child.
Gladly, The god makes me feel her death harder. I was 5, my birthday, the day Kirti died. It was not just My birthday..It was her too.
We were born on the same date, same month, same year and the same hospital. The same cradle we were placed on. Same school. Same dream. Law..
But I got to live, and she took my death!
It was Kirti, supposed to be in my place. Alive. Loved. And Mrs. Oberoi.
But her death, changed everything..
Her parents raised me. Not because they needed a substitute. But because they lost their daughter. And I lost my parents.
They never made me feel I'm not their blood. I should say, they loved me more than my parents could have.
Especially, Mister Joshi, My Dad proudfully... He was not just protective. He was caring, charming..
Supportive and the best Dad I ever met.
He didn't just love me a lot even when I'm someone else's blood,the man who killed his daughter.
He even loved his wife like his entire world, and respected her.
Not like the man whose blood I carry on my veins. He wasn't a man to be called. A true Bastard. The person who made me hate all the males.
Not just hate, fearful of them too.
Was he a good father? I don't know.
But all I know is, he wasn't a Good husband. Not even a Good man!
Since my childhood I knew, he used to r*pe my mom. He even cheated on her. He was a man draped in filth and sin.
For words it was their love marriage. But very soon, after my birth, things went unusual. He used to reach home late, became abusive, even violent.
The woman, who left her home,her dreams, her parents, carried his child, raised them. And lastly, who loved him. He slapped her!
I was merely three, my little frame, holding a teddy in arms shivered, the sound echoed in his huge Villa. It became the worst nightmare.
Till I was three, he loved me. Loved Mumma or may be just faked it. I don't know. But that one night. When he first time slapped her, abused her verbally,in the language my little ears absorbed but couldn't understand.
Still I tried to push him away from my mom, but what he did. He pushed me away, threw me like I was a procelin vass. And pulled my Mom into a room making her cry inside and the little Kavya outside.
At that time I didn't know, what he was doing. I was absolutely nil to all these. But still to whatever my trembling fingers could reach, I made a call.
To Mister Joshi!
My mom's best friend.
He picked the call and even when I couldn't tell him a word, he reached home listening to my cries. That day he held me in his arms, consoling me. And even saved my mom before she could have died enduring him.
Mom was hospitalized immediately, she wasn't just r*ped, she was forced high voltage of drug by him. Even after doing all that, he didn't loose temper, he wanted to kill me at that moment. But before he could even lay a finger on me. Mister Joshi made him arrested.
Soon his case was worked on,and the truth revealed, he was a drug addict. Not just that, the biggest supplier in the city who had great reach for those Mafia's, even worked for them.
He was jailed, but Mom. In a few Days..she left me.
Alone in this cruel world.
I cried because that's all I knew.
I had to burn her pyre when she was yet to teach me how to light a fire. Just her ashes and my world blurred. I felt like it's an end.
The man I used to consider my super hero was the reason my mom left me.
Real soon, before I drown in grief. Life blessed me with Mister and Mrs Joshi. They taught me to be happy, loved me and raised me and very soon legally adopted me.
I didn't know what all that means, I just got to live in same house as my best friend, call her parents Mom and Dad. Evrything small bestie goals look like.
But the pain of losing my Mom never faded. Days passed, months and than years. When it was finally our fifth birthday. He came back sneaking out of the Jail. Only to kill me. His own blood.
On that Day, Mister Joshi saved me but couldn't save his own daughter...
And that Day I lost my bestfriend. They lost their daughter...
Remembering those days I cried holding all myself together. What happened to Mom. To Kirti. It's all because of him. My Dad!
I hate him. I hate pronouncing him my Dad.
Because if he is something, he is now my biggest enemy. The one I wanna sentence death as soon as I became capable of leading a case.
His case, was closed at that time. After Kirti's death he ran away somewhere no one could find.
We feared Everyday everytime..that he'll come back.
Mister Joshi appealed to search him but nothing found, that's why he was over possesive. Not to bound me, but to save me.
And the love he gave me, I swear to that. I'm gonna make that man suffer even if he is in hell..
I don't know,law would work or not.
I don't care if I'll have to raise a gun to take my Mom's revenge. Kirti's revenge.
I'll do that too..
But I'll never forgive that man. Not even when I'll die...
.
.
.
For everything my past holds..
I fear him. Kabir Singh Oberoi!
Not because he's loud or cruel.
But because he's quiet… unreadable… dangerous in the calmest way possible.
And a voice inside me whispers—
What if Kabir turns out exactly like my father?
What if behind the well-tailored suits and magnetic charm, he carries the same storm?
The same cold expectations.
The same control masked as care?
And worse…
What happens when the truth comes out?
When he finds out I'm not the girl he was meant to marry?
Will he hate me for it?
Will he punish me for something I never asked for?
Will I become another name he silences? Another mistake he regrets?
God… just the thought makes my stomach twist.
But no. No!
He dares not.
I'm not some fragile flower ready to be plucked and left to wilt.
I may have entered this house quietly—but I am not spineless.
I'm a law student.
I know the Constitution.
And I damn well know my rights.
If he ever tries to touch me without my permission... his next destination will be a jail cell.
And I'll be the one drafting his charges.
Still… there's a part of me that hesitates. Because he doesn't look like a monster.
Not yet!
He looks like a man who's hiding too much…I know he is.
My father was behind his parents death. Because he was envious to Kabir's Father. I know this..
This becomes another reason.
Kabir could hate me..
I can understand him.
A man built of stone, strong, quite. He isn't this by choice.
But because what all he has lost.
Yet he silently observes me like, I matter more than I should.
But wait—
Kavya, don't be stupid.
You can't trust a man based on how beautifully he smirks.
Your heart is not a fool.
Ugh!
My head. It's spinning.
My hands are trembling and I don't know whether it's fear or anger or just plain confusion.
What the hell am I supposed to do with this man?
Kabir Singh Oberoi.
Now—my husband...